Dragon Seal

On the third day, Sanlang led Gong Liangzhi out.

Since Gong Liangzhi agreed to help Wangjiacun, he had to make a show of it.He said before that he was good at reading feng shui, so Saburo begged him to take a look at the feng shui of Wangjia Village, so that he could find a way to solve the calamity.Gong Liangzhi naturally agreed, and followed Sanlang out early in the morning.

Wangjia Village is not small, but it is not big, and it takes a little effort to walk around the mountain village along the winding trails.Gong Liangzhi sprinkled messy little objects while walking, and stopped from time to time, went to the corner to dig a hole and dig the soil, talking plausibly, like a wild Taoist.Saburo didn't think he was procrastinating, so he just took him around the streets.The surrounding houses all look alike. Outsiders walk through this alley several times, and they definitely don’t remember where they came from and where they are going.

"I wanted to ask yesterday," Gong Liangzhi pointed to the people working in the fields not far away, "are there so many white people in the village?"

A man with white beard and hair was working in the field, with a dull expression, and his hands and feet kept working; on the adjacent road, a white-haired man passed by carrying water, and a village woman walked in front of him; a house not far away Next to him, another Baizi was holding a hammer, hammering nails into the broken window with a "dangdang" sound.

"It can't be helped." Saburo said, "If the evil spirits don't go away, there will always be white children in Wang's Village, and sometimes silly white children will be born in the nearby mountain villages."

"They don't have a clear mind, but can they work?" Gong Liangzhi looked at the white man who hammered the nail. His arms were thin and thin, and it was difficult to hold the hammer. Pull it over.

"Teaching can always teach." Saburo said, following Gong Liangzhi's gaze, he was stunned, and smiled suddenly.He scratched his head a little shyly, and said: "Baizi is very stupid, and some are so crazy that they want to beat people. In a small place like ours, we can't afford to raise a fool... Other villages drive Baizi out, but we take him in." It’s a lot better! Grandpa is kind, don’t drive these baizi away, let them work, and give them a bite to eat.”

"Excellent." Gong Liangzhi said.

They continued walking, and when they reached an intersection, Gong Liangzhi stopped. Instead of turning left after Sanlang, he pointed to the right, saying that he hadn't passed there.Sanlang didn't expect Gongliang to remember the road, so he reluctantly walked to the right road.Not long after, Gong Liangzhi suddenly stopped in front of a shack and was about to walk inside.

"Hey, Daoist! Daoist!" Sanlang grabbed Gong Liangzhi's hand and shouted, "How can you just go in there?"

"Isn't it possible?" Gong Liang said in surprise, "Poverty Taoist temple is here where the yin and qi are converging, there may be something ominous, so I have to go in and have a look. Is there something shady in this room?"

"Where is the Taoist?" Sanlang laughed, "This is the private property of an uncle of mine. He has the most violent temper. If someone enters his door casually, he will definitely hit him with a hoe in a rage! Even if he can't Honorable guest, Taoist priest, you also have pity on me, I must be skinned by him!"

"Oh..." Gong Liangzhi dragged his voice, craned his neck and looked at the old door of the shack, as if he wanted to see something through the gap.San Lang's face was not very good-looking, but before he could say anything else, the Taoist priest simply retracted his neck, turned his head and pointed elsewhere.

"What about that room?" he asked.

Gong Liangzhi pointed to the warehouse that was far away, Sanlang's face suddenly relaxed, and said, "It's a place where fools live. It's smelly and dirty. If the Taoist leader doesn't mind it, you can take a look."

The warehouse was indeed dirty and smelly, and the small, humid place was empty except for some straw mats.A white man curled up in a corner of the ground, moaning mournfully, his body writhed on the straw mat, and his hands were dug under the straw mat.

"This man ate dirty things and became ill. Daoist, please don't go there." Sanlang said, holding his nose and stopping outside.

"No, Pindao came here to save the common people, how can he give up halfway!" Gong Liang said righteously, took a step back as soon as he entered, wrinkled his nose, and looked like he couldn't hide his nose in front of others because of face.He put on an air and said, "Go and give that clean cloth to Pindao, Pindao, ahem, it's very useful."

Sanlang went to get the cloth, and Gong Liangzhi asked him to rub the cloth well, and put a few drops of sesame oil on it.The well and the place with sesame oil go south and north, even if you run, it will take a lot of time.Gong Liangzhi watched the boy's back disappear from sight, and walked quickly into the warehouse.

He squatted in front of that Baizi, and looked down at his hand.

There were no stones under the warehouse, just compacted dirt.Sure enough, Baizi was gesturing something on the dirt of the mat. His nails were missing a piece, as if they had been worn off somewhere, and the bare fingers were covered with mud.Gong Liangzhi looked at it for a while, and saw that the ground was full of messy scratches, and the white man was just scratching at the ground, like a child scribbling.

He asked Bai Zi what his name was and how he was, but he got nothing like the night before.Gong Liangzhi thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to lift a corner of the straw mat, his face turned cold instantly.

Saburo came back with the cloth, only to see that Gong Liangzhi had already walked out, squinting his eyes and looking at the dark warehouse.The Taoist priest took the cloth and held it in his hand, but he stopped going into the warehouse.

"Daoist," Sanlang approached and asked, "You have been through this journey, what can you see?"

"It's fierce, it's terrible." Gong Liangzhi sighed, sounding more like a fake monk who was deceived and deceived, "So stupid, he is already terminally ill, and there is no cure."

"Baizi was born with insanity." Sanlang sighed, "Even if the Taoist priest can't save them..."

"Do you think I'm talking about Baizi?" Gong Liangzhi asked back.

Saburo looked at him inexplicably.

"These 'Baizi' are really insane from birth?" Gong Liangzhi said.

When he turned his face around, Saburo realized that the dawdling expression on the Taoist priest's face had long since disappeared, and the kind face had lost the smile, and it was so severe that it made people frightened.He looked deeply at Saburo, his eyes seemed to dig into Saburo's mind.

The young man's heart trembled, and he hurriedly called out to Qu: "What does the Taoist mean? I couldn't find any ghosts, so I said it was a fake? We have hundreds of people in Wangjia Village, are they all suffering from hysteria!"

"Hysteria can still be cured, but it's a pity that people who are stupid and evil are hard to cure." Gong Liang said coldly, "In this way, it can explain why the village is full of stupid ghosts."

Saburo wanted to cry out for grievances, but he shuddered when he heard the words, and said in a daze, "Yuan, wronged soul?"

"You don't know?" Gong Liangzhi said, "Using the inheritance of Shinto monks, performing sacrifices and offering sacrifices, talking about eliminating demons and suppressing them, but you don't even know that you have created countless souls?"

They probably don't really know anything about it.

Gong Liangzhi repeatedly tested and let the village head see the most commonly used Liuren fish bones used by formation masters to destroy evil formations.After searching the topography of Wangjia Village, he determined that the stele was just a part of the dilapidated formation. The formation was damaged a lot, and apparently it hadn't been maintained for a long time.

This formation is very old, and the Shinto monks who were once popular in the Kunhua world used this formation to hide their dojo.Believers in the formation can hide themselves and see the invading enemy - if the master of the formation is still there, believers can use the power of the master to kill the enemy, but now that the Shinto monks have long since died and the stone tablet is shattered at the sight of light, the large formation can also Only these two functions.

This miracle is enough to make the villagers of Wangjia Village, who know nothing about cultivation (and come here to avoid disaster), rejoice and feel that they are blessed by the gods.

So how do you maintain God's blessing?

When flies eat shit, they feel that all creatures in the world eat shit.The more shallow and ignorant, the more barbaric and backward.The custom of sacrificing human animals has already been shouted and beaten by everyone in Kunhua, but in this isolated small mountain village, it is obvious that it has not yet ended.Who will be sacrificed to?In order to avoid accidentally becoming a victim, it became more reasonable to sacrifice a small number of people with special appearances.

"I thought you were just ignorant and treated Baizi as a disaster, but I didn't expect you to be not only stupid, but also malicious." Gong Liangzhi suddenly burst into laughter, and shouted: "Where did Baizi come from?"

As if struck by lightning, San Lang blurted out: "Push the white pulp into the pool, and it will be white when you get it out."

After he finished speaking, his face changed drastically, and he didn't know why he said it.Gong Liangzhi's skill is called Mantra, if the person being questioned has a superficial cultivation level and feels guilty, he can only tell everything.The power word technique worked, and Gong Liangzhi, who had confirmed his guess, would rather guess wrong himself.

There are only middle-aged men in Baizi in the village. Could it be that Baizi happened to be a middle-aged man when he fell to the ground?Even if they searched everywhere, they couldn't find so many foolish baizi, not to mention that those baizi were so thin and weak, I'm afraid none of them would live long.

What should I do if I run out of white pieces?Make it yourself.

In the beginning, Wangjiacun might have a few sick baizi, or maybe they were really fools.After the year after year of sacrifices, the old ones are used up and the new ones don't come, the people of Wangjia Village turned their attention to the outside.They used the big array to stop passers-by, or took pedestrians who strayed into the mountains into the village, isn't it for nothing?Soak the white pulp and it will become white.not stupid?Lock it up and beat it, and you will always be stupid for a long time.

Under the straw mat of that white man in the warehouse, dense scratches were engraved.The most recent ones are just graffiti, but at the beginning, the counts can still be seen. At the earliest, there are still some words, which say that he was originally a scholar of Dazhou, his surname, his age, and he strayed into the village in a certain year... In the end, only Random scratches.

People in Wangjia Village originally raised Baizi to worship the gods, but later they raised sweets, thinking that they could be used to "help others".You see, the abducted baizi eats less than cows and horses, and they can do much more work than cows and horses when they are driven with whips. It is economical and economical to use them for sacrifices.

The "Baizi" who died in the village could not dissipate his grievances, but he was fooled, and even his soul was as speechless as before.

Without gods and demons, the human heart can be so vicious.

Sanlang ran away and stopped a foot away in surprise. "Smelly Taoist priest, what do you know!" he yelled, "Grandpa Mountain God didn't need a single finger to pinch you to death!"

"There are no mountain gods, only a village of foolish men and women." Gong Liangzhi sighed, "The poor can't stand by and watch."

"What do you want to do?" San Lang sneered, without his usual smile, his ferocious expression was exactly the same as that of the villain in the village, "Hey, now, Daoist Master, you can't do anything you want to do!"

Not far away, a black smoke rose into the sky.

Gong Liangzhi's face darkened, only to feel that a soaring evil spirit suddenly rose in the ordinary mountain.San Lang laughed loudly, and shouted: "That disciple of the Taoist priest, he must have been put in the pot by now!"